if I’ll ever eat it again.
She looks wounded when I say that, but it’s not how I mean it.
“I mean, Katelyn. I felt so bad once you left last night, I never want to feel like that again. Not ever,” I tell her truthfully.
“Me neither,” she admits, squeezing my hand in hers and standing on tippy toes to peck my cheek.
“The restaurant downstairs looks pretty nice,” I suggest but she shifts her eyes to my clothes and then hers.
“I think we’re a little underdressed,” she observes. “Might be why we didn’t get into that other fancy hotel too,” she smiles and I have to laugh.
“I never really thought of that.”
But I know she’s probably right.
“Okay then, so we’ll go eat somewhere simple. And after that, maybe we’ll just go do some shopping for fine clothes to wear out to dinner tonight, how about it?” I suggest.
She looks away awkwardly for a moment, and I have to remind her.
“You’re mine now, Katelyn and that means I’m gonna spoil you from time to time.”
“Time to time?” she asks, and I have to laugh again.
“Okay, okay… A lot of the time, you’ll see. But I don’t want you to feel awkward about it, just enjoy it,” I tell her.
We could just change into something else from the clothes we have, but I want today to be extra special.
My eyes linger on her, and then stray to the bedroom but we both know it’ll happen soon.
Not right now, but soon.
I need to treat my queen a little more first. Then, later on, I’ll show her the true meaning of pleasure.
In the meantime, a little culinary and retail therapy wouldn’t hurt.
I could use a decent feed and some new clothes myself.
It’s been so long since I stepped out off campus and never in my life have I stepped out with such a beautiful girl on my arm.
Chapter Thirteen
Katelyn
It should feel awkward, and if it was anyone else I’d have said no to any of it.
But with Wes, I know how much he wants to see me happy. And I can tell he’s not kidding about money not being a problem in his life either.
So when he suggests we grab a bite and then go shopping for new clothes, I know he’s including himself too.
Everything is about us, but I know he’s making an extra effort to spoil me. Something he tells me to get used to.
If it’s anything like his tongue and fingers working between my legs, I could get used to that pretty damned fast, no problem.
Wes keeps me in sight but out of earshot while he has a word with the concierge before we go.
“Anything wrong?” I ask him once we step out into the street, but he only smiles a knowing smile as he takes my hand in his.
“No, no problem at all,” he grins, proudly holding my hand and I can’t help but feel a little self-conscious.
I’ve never had anyone hold my hand, kiss me or do anything else like Wes has.
It’s gonna take some time to get used to it all, but I hope this magical feeling stays the same. The feeling I get just by being close to him, feeling his strong hand around mine.
After just a few moments out in public, I realize that nobody’s pointing or laughing.
All the stuff I worry about is just in my head. People are out and about doing their own thing, and nobody seems to bat an eyelid seeing me hand in hand with the sexiest man alive.
Wes does get a few looks though, from every gender.
He’s a big guy, handsome as hell too. A little look-see from other folks doesn’t bother me, as long as nobody wants to try and steal him away from me, I don’t mind at all.
If anyone looks at me, it’s a passing glance and it’s not until later I realize why. But for now, I’m in heaven and I’m starving hungry too.
I let him choose a place to eat at. A burger joint doesn’t sound that amazing, but the smells and what we see others eating convinces us both instantly.
In seconds we’re seated and Wes orders us both huge cheeseburgers with monster fries.
The food arrives fast and we’re both eating in no time.
Wes likes to eat, I can see that. And despite the size of the burgers and fries, even washed down with a soda each, we make pretty light work of our meals.
“Wow,” is all I can manage, leaning back in my seat and puffing